Hootie Hoo

Hootie hoo, follow the funk from the skunk

And the dank that is crunk in the

DungeonIt goes on and on and on, like that

Goin' out to the

Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac

Ah, suki, suki, all day and day, any day, every damn day

I be thinkin' about the good ol' days when

I was a whippersnapper

Used to try to get a kiss but now it be them draws

I'm afterI'm just a

Southernplayalistic pimp

I used to slang a fat rock but now

I'm servin' hemp

I never even smoked a gram of crack but yo

I'm dopeMo' doper than a junkie or a

Pooky 'cause it's on

So each one, teach one,

I be claimin' true

To East Pointe and

College Park and the things

I used to do

Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers

Club niggaz,

Magic City and them

Southern playas

I never said

I was a gangsta but

I will do ya

So Hallelujah,

Hallelujah

One for the playas at the crib, drinking drinks

And two is for the sound,

Hootie hoo that

I makeTight like hallways, smoked out always

Big boy on my left,

Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always

Now playin' these bitches is my favorite sport

But ain't no game when they be callin' your name in the court

Oh, it's Saturday night,

I guess that makes it alright

Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight

That it's bustin' out the seems, yes sir,

I'm setOh, but let me tuck the 380 before

I jetHops off in the

Lac with Big

Gipp, you got a light

Communication device dun went off twice

Should I answer the call, yes,

I'm mackin' 'em all

We met 'em up in the mall, recall

Player's Ball

Well, it's

Player's Ball 2, so

I guess I'll call you

Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through

Now later on done got here

I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?

Draws, fallin' down like niggaz in a drive-by

I got up in them hoes and

I told 'em bye bye

About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit

Talkin' 'bout her period late, guess what

I didClick, now, it couldn't be me, not me

Big boy on my left,

Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always

Big boy on my left,

Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always

Uh, well you know we gettin' blizzard'

Cuz we got that chicken gizzard

In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggaz can't cope with it

So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop

From the streets of

ATL to the slums of

College Park

So got on

Martino, it's

Outkast for the 94 era

You heard the player's call, we takin' it to another level

So 'lujah,

Halle, let me get a swallow of that

MartelAnd you may go to hell

Set sail with a nigga from

ATL, Southwest that is

It's that

Southern ses in your chest that is

One mo' gen for my friend who don't take

No bullshit from no bitch who is stank

I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will make you

Silly of you to think that

I would, but

I will lay you

Down like some bo-los, you can throw those

Head, till

I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke hoes

Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit

But if you fall in this category, then you see a bitch

Big boy on my left,

Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always

Big boy on my left,

Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always

Big boy on my left,

Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always

Big boy on my left,

Andre's on my right

Tight like hallways, smoked out always